a line at the edge

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun The alchemist nodded. Unlike Ashe and Ronin who had always been at the forefront of mischief, it was only lately that the alchemist had been roped into that sort of life. Only a handful of months prior Remi had felt like a rebel visiting Loren in the library, given that a commoner such as he would have had no reason to be in such a place. Now though it felt a bit strange to be told to stay, to wait, to remain where it was safe. Remi understood of course, and would never risk Aoife's safety but... still. It was odd to acknowledge how much had changed in such a short amount of time. "He is not worth more than you are...if it ever comes down to that, I would not trade you to have him back." Remi murmured in a low tone, his hand gently squeezing Ashe's shoulder again, his eyes silently pleading for her to understand and accept what he was saying. Whether or not Safrin could do something he had no idea. But it wasn't just fate that had bound this ground of strange un-siblings together. They were alike in strange ways, and if Remi knew one thing, it was that Ashe probably would trade her life to get Ronin's back. How did he know? Because he would do the same. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you